"That sounds fun," said Jo, "you might meet Mr. Right!"
"I very much doubt it," I replied to my best friend. "it's just a business conference."
"Well, alright, you might meet Mr. Alright for the Night." She retorted.
"You are awful, Jo, I'm not that kind of girl." I replied, though I sometimes wish I were I thought.
We were having lunch in our local coffee shop, something we did every Friday lunchtime. We had been best friends since we were at school together, and knew each other's most intimate secrets. She had checked out all my boyfriends, and she did have a knack identifying the jerks. At the moment, I was single, and Jo was constantly trying to get me hooked up with some guy or other. Last week, it had been a junior from the office where she worked. Sure, he was cute, but he still had acne.
"Well, you just message me," she said with a glint in her eye, "pictures would be good!"
"We'll see," I said taking a final sip of my coffee.
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The conference was the usual mix of meetings, presentations and trade stands, and from the business point of view, very successful. Our small team comprised of myself; Sam, a gorgeous hunk, who was also exceptionally gay; and Michelle, my boss, a forty something, woman, who while physically, could be said to be passed her prime, but had the reputation of being a bit of a goer once she'd had a drink or two.
The evening of the conference was a formal affair, to which I was wearing a navy blue knee length dress, whose skirt flared slightly from the waist, as it was summer I decided against tights or stockings. I changed into clear underwear, matching black bra and knickers, nothing too sexy, as I was expecting nothing to happen tonight. My outfit was finished off with black patent leather court shoes which had a slight heel.
The conference meal and keynote speaker, to be fair, were pretty good. A five-course culinary delight, while the athlete-turned business motivator was entertaining and also thought provoking; he was also easy on the eye. After coffee had been served, our team, along with a group who shared our dinner table, headed downstairs to the ballroom, where the conference disco was taking place. We had picked up Marc, an account manager with a large logistics company and Simon, his trainee. Marc, the older of the two, was I'd say about thirty and measuring in at about 6ft, and with a trim physique. He had fair hair with lightly tanned skin, like he'd just come back from holidaying in the sun. Simon, was slightly younger and shorter, and had the pale skin of a red head.
Our group sat around a large round table at the edge of the dance floor and talked the best we could over the noise of the music. Now, I'll admit I'm no model, but hey, here I was, Marc to my left, while Simon sat on my right, two absolutely gorgeous guys, both paying me all the attention. If Jo could see me now.
I drank my Gin and Tonic slowly, wanting to pace myself. In amongst the noise, the attention, and the alcohol, my mind wandered. Would Marc be tanned all over, or would they be Speedo shaped tanlines? Would Simon's pubes be as red and wild as his head hair? Wow, I couldn't believe the thoughts that were going through my mind, and boy, my pussy was starting to feel juicy. I didn't notice when Sam and Michelle left us, they were just gone.
Over the course of the next hour or so both Marc and Simon, flirted, charmed and enchanted me. Then almost as if scripted Simons phone rang, and after taking the call, turned to me, took my hand and kissed it.
"Fare thee well, mademoiselle, but I must depart." He said theatrically and left.
I was left alone with Marc. We talked, about everything and nothing, due to the noise we slowly got closer and closer together, till our legs were touching. There was nothing intimate or sexual, just two adults sat close together. However, I could feel his warmth through my dress, a living breathing human was close to me.